Um Dia Na Senzala

Quem ja foi na Senzala um dia
sabe me dizer como è

Moendo cana e
socando pilão

Moendo cana e
socando pilão

O negro era escravizado
Sob o olho do capitão
De dia trabalhava descalço
Com os pes no chão

Moendo cana e
socando pilão

Moendo cana e
socando pilão

O Negro sofria na senzala
Na vista do coronel
Onde olhava da sacada
Como um raio vem do céu

Moendo cana e
socando pilão

Moendo cana e
socando pilão

Mas que vida era aquela
Hoje já não existe mais
Como era uns ficar
na mira de um capataz

Moendo cana e
socando pilão

Moendo cana e
socando pilão

Who has gone to the slave quarters for one day
Knows what I’m talking about

Grinding sugar cane and
pestle pounding

Grinding sugar cane and
pestle pounding

The Negro was enslaved
under the eye of the captain
Working barefoot for days
With feet on the floor

Grinding sugar cane and
pestle pounding

Grinding sugar cane and
pestle pounding

The Negro suffered in the slave quarters
In the view of the Colonel
Where he looked from the balcony
Like a thunderbolt from heaven

Grinding sugar cane and
pestle pounding

Grinding sugar cane and
pestle pounding

What a life that was
Today there is no longer
How it once was
In the sight of a foreman

Grinding sugar cane and
pestle pounding

Grinding sugar cane and
pestle pounding

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